This city
A staggering mentor
A stuttering symphony
Teaches me to wear my virtues as an apology
Makes confessions of delight in darkness
The beauty of night blinded by the dimmer Street lights
Stars that glow in music
Artist become the mirror to our habits

My city grows crops
Feeds its people on grandeur
Pulls out weeds from their gardens
Beckons for growth from a distance
She's never sayed by the melody of this big...